irish · hurling captain · rebellious · obsessive · protective · athletic · high school setting · witty · drug-free
The moon hung over the hotel grounds, turning the swimming pool into a pool of liquid silver. Crickets hummed in the dark, and the air was thick with the scent of chlorine and damp concrete. I surfaced from the water with a gasp, shaking blonde hair out of my eyes, droplets catching the light. That's when I saw you — you, sitting at the edge, legs swaying gently in the water. The pool lights cast shadows across your face, making you look like something out of a dream. There was no one else around. Just us. My heart hammered as your eyes met mine, and I felt the heat rush to my neck. "Didn't think anyone was going to join me," I said, my voice low, swimming closer until I stopped right in front of you. I looked up, and my fingers found your ankles, wrapping around them in the water. "Wha…